Corpse King 1

  Those who were burying the corpse immediately ran out, not caring about the mouse, and only escaped for their lives. Until all the people had run away, Liao Dongfeng did not see the old man appear. He guessed that the old man was probably frightened into a coma.

  Due to the large number of mice, Liao Dongfeng and Peng Jianjun did not dare to approach to take a look. From afar, they saw the mice rushing into the ditch, including the two big rats. At this moment, a low growl suddenly came from the deep ditch, followed by a green figure jumping out of the ground.

  Liao Dongfeng looked carefully and saw that the person was all over with dark green and rotting, most of his body was exposed bones, and the appearance was extremely terrifying.

  Liao Dongfeng violently pinned Peng Jianjun to the ground and then carefully observed this species from underground.

  Only to see this man jump back into the deep ditch, soon the old man crawled out of the deep ditch. I thought the old man was not dead, but at this time, one of the old man's actions almost scared Liao Dongfeng's heart out.

  Liao Dongfeng looked carefully, the old man's bony hands touched his face a few times, and the wrinkled skin immediately smoothed out a lot. The ancient bronze-colored skin also turned white and became ruddy and radiant at this time.

  In short, Liao Dongfeng knew that the person he saw was no longer the old man, but just wearing a layer of human skin.

  It was just noon, and the sun was still shining brightly. It was terrifying to see such an evil spirit appear in broad daylight, and even the brave Liao Dongfeng and Peng Jianjun couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

  "What should we do? This thing is going to stay here and who knows how many people it will harm. We have to think of a way to send it back."

  Listening to Peng Jianjun's proposal, Liao Dongfeng quickly thought about it and gave an answer: "This kind of thing I've never encountered before, to be honest, I really don't have any confidence. According to the old man, evil spirits can't come out during the day unless they become a climate."

  "What kind of weather is this? Has it turned fine?"

  "It's far from being just a simple Jīng, to say the least. The thing in front of us should be a Xian, one of the evil spirits, a zombie of the highest order, a king-level existence. Otherwise, its appearance wouldn't be so arrogant. What I was worried about has finally happened."

  While speaking, a large number of rats had gathered around the Corpse King, and even those two big raccoons seemed extremely obedient. Liao Dongfeng suspected that this Corpse King was probably the legendary Mouse Master, otherwise those rats wouldn't have been so well-behaved.

  Liao Dongfeng suddenly remembered the strange whistle, took it out and re-examined it, then muttered to himself: "The visibility was too low at that time, I didn't get a good look, this thing isn't Grandpa's, just surprisingly similar."

  He stopped for a moment, then took out the sheepskin scroll and looked at it for half a day without knowing what was going on. It was clearly a map, but he had no idea where it pointed to. He suddenly remembered that his grandfather also had a whistle and a sheepskin scroll in his hand before. Could it be that the old man was a descendant of the mouse-driving people? If so, what was this whistle used for? Was it for summoning mice?

  Just then, a whistle sounded in the distance, and the mountains and seas of mice scattered in all directions. Peng Jianjun shouted "No!" as he saw another disaster unfolding before his eyes.

  The old saying goes that to capture the bandit, you must first capture the king. To eliminate the mouse infestation, we must take down the corpse king first, otherwise, it's hard to estimate the number of casualties that will follow. However, this corpse king has never been seen before, let alone a direct confrontation. Only ghosts know how capable he is. Liao Dongfeng thought about this and decided to test the corpse king's strength first.

  Watching the group of mice walk away, Liao Dongfeng picked up a stone and touched Peng Jianjun's left hand, saying: "Get ready, let's go try out that ghost thing's strength. Remember, don't get close to it, the farther away from it the better."

  "Why?"

  "In the Republic of China era, a Corpse King appeared in Xiangxi, and 30 folk masters couldn't control it. In comparison, how do you think we two are?"

  Peng Jianjun's eyes widened, and he asked in a low voice: "You say this Wang Ba Dan is the Zombie King? If so, you go yourself! I haven't married yet and don't have children. What if something happens to me, what will my parents do?"

  "Who the hell isn't a precious singleton? Is your life that valuable? Hurry up and get the stuff ready for me."

  Peng Jianjun was also angry and shouted: "What are you copying? Is there anything that suits your hand? What's the difference between this and seeking death?"

  At this time, several gunshots came from afar, and Liao Dongfeng hastily looked around. He saw a dozen militiamen holding guns slowly approaching the zombie king. Behind the militiamen, not far away, an armored vehicle drove up, and more than 20 people jumped out of the vehicle one after another, each carrying live ammunition, rushing forward along the direction of the gunshots.